We’ve fought the attraction and the draw and still we wind up relapsing. So what’s the fucking point?
Jhene grabs at the tuft of hair on my nape and yanks my mouth down to hers. That’s all it takes for us to pick up where we’ve left off; our mouths crash together and we stop holding back.
She wraps her legs around me and I pick her up off her feet, and we kiss as I walk us blindly to the bed. I deposit her, hardly pausing between the hard, passionate kisses we exchange.
As soon as she’s landed, I’m on her again.
My mouth’s back on hers as her soft hands skim across my bare chest and hot blood rushes to my cock. Even a simple handshake from Jhene would make me hard at this point.
But her hands on my chest? In my hair?
Her body pressing against mine and the breaths she draws in between our kisses?
It’s enough to make any sane man lose his mind. Damn sure enough to make him instantly hard.
It’s been weeks since I’ve had sex. Since I’ve even allowed myselfrelease. To say I’ve got a case of blue balls would be a huge fucking understatement.
I’m hard and ready to go seconds into our make-out session. She must feel that I am. We roll around on the bed and she winds up on top, sitting astride me as my hand slides down her spine and winds up at the small of her back.
We’re kissing deeply, sucking on tongues and biting andtugging lips. All the teasing little games you engage in when you’re in the middle of foreplay.
Jhene cards her fingers through my hair. She scratches at the edges of my jaw. She rocks her hips against mine as my hard-on grows larger and stiffer.
More pressure builds in my balls. More blood pumping into my cock ’til it’s uncomfortable.
But damn if it isn’t also exhilarating.
I chase her lips, pulling her back down on me when she tries to stray. We crash together again and again in heavy kisses and release hard pants for air.
Distantly, I’m aware what a mistake this could be. How I’ve broken the vow I made, which was to never take advantage of Jhene.
This girl has been to hell and back, and here I am kissing her senseless in my bed. But every time I even vaguely think about pulling back, she’s flicking her tongue against mine. She’s moaning into my mouth, and my hand slips to palm her ass.
Her curls crowd around my face as she lays on top of me, and every curve of her body’s pressed into me. How the fuck do you have enough willpower to fight against something that seems so damn inevitable? Something that’s more powerful than both of us put together?
Jhene strokes my beard and then murmurs against my lips, “I want to keep going.”
My only answer is a thick grunt, hand still on her ass as she kisses my jaw and her curls tickle my skin. I’m damn near in bliss right now, so much so I don’t want to ruin it.
“But…” she goes on softly. Her breath warm and light on me. “I… need to go slow.”
“Jhene…”
“Let me see more of you.”
It hasn’t hit me yet what she means ’til she reachesbetween us and her hand cups the crotch area of my gym shorts. Giant bulging erection and all.
I hiss at the sudden touch, teeth gritted together. I’m that sensitive; that on the edge from only kissing her.
My hand grabs at hers, and the only thing I can muster is her name again.
“Jhene…”
“Please…” she murmurs, dropping a kiss to my jaw. “I want to see your dick.”
A basic request that sounds so instantly fucking filthy coming from her lips.
I cock a brow. “Please when asking to see my dick? You always so polite when you’re being so filthy?”
